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The beach was full of teenagers this evening, as you might expect. “What are we doing on the last day of school?” I heard one say to his mate. youtu.be/3edg69iBr2Q

Someone’s holding a party under the seawall.

Don’t particularly feel like going home yet but even the ships have got their nightlights on, so I guess I’ll wander back.

It smells glorious up here on the cliffs this evening. The water looks very inviting.

Have just been required to provide my tour guide services again. I should set up a business.

A #TinyJoy for Monday because we need all the #TinyJoys we can get at the moment — Roland Barthes on being ‘French by fruits’ because he doesn’t like ‘exotic’ tastes such as mango and guava:

Just freaked the f*** out of myself by logging into the government gateway and looking at estimated state pension for the year I will be assumed to retire. I have no private pension. If nobody will give me a regular job in the coming years, “hope I die before I get old” might be my only option.

#Photography Diane Arbus (1967), Fire Eater at a carnival, Palisades Park, N.J. (New Jersey, USA).

Oh! the metempsychosis! Oh! Pythagoras, that in bright Greece, two thousand years ago, did die, so good, so wise, so mild

sorry i was a cloud of bees just now, i'm still figuring out this new amulet

I've reviewed the new Nick Drake Five Leaves Left boxset in this. Full pager plus Q&A with Cally.

My ex-neighbour WhatsApped me a video taken at the house-warming after I left, and I’m sorry but when a bloke with a manbun gets out an acoustic guitar and starts earnestly intoning a song he wrote himself, it is time to leave any* party. *unless he’s Leonard Cohen or Dylan. But they never are.

Back in the day, when me and JJ wandered Bloomsbury.

‘But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life. What, says Alf Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.’ My favourite quote from #Ulysses #Bloomsday

For all who celebrate, Bloomsday is upon us. Yes. youtu.be/h1DDndY0FLI

No French class today, hélas, as the teacher is unwell. And no excuse for me not to catch up on all the unfinished tasks on my list, then. *stares at the horizon*

A #TinyJoy for Sunday because we need all the #TinyJoys we can get at the moment — Roland Barthes on the most basic need in life: ‘a notebook that can be speedily taken out of a pocket’:

Well, what else? youtu.be/NFjmWI-d6d4

Spot the hidden cat (who thinks I can’t see them, but I can).

It’s only about 14 degrees, but the sea looks so clear and inviting this evening.

That’s better. I have a very low tolerance for being sober in a drunken crowd these days, so I left quite quickly and walked to my peaceful place.

“Pirates, sir! Hundreds of ‘em!”

My friend had neglected to mention that she now lives up one of the steepest hills in the town, so I was ready for oxygen by the time I found her door. The flat does have a fantastic view, though.

Taking the longer but less busy route. Town will be packed this afternoon.

Lesser spotted feral sofa quietly grazing. You don’t often see them during the tourist season.

God, how I love Beckett. Every anecdote about him is always note perfect.